I Give You My Heart
I would like to be a singer to sing you a song
But since I don't have a microphone, I give you my heart
There would be thousands of songs that I would dedicate to you, I would sing to you
A cappella, and it would make you cry with happiness
But I give you my heart, so you can do things
Pretty of him, you can adore him, you can pamper him, you can
Tell him that he is the most beautiful heart in the world
But never mistreat him, because he has been hurt many times
Times
I would like to be a singer to sing you a song
But since I don't have a microphone, I give you my heart
There would be thousands of songs that I would dedicate to you, I would sing to you
A cappella, and it would make you cry with happiness
Although I will continue looking for a microphone because also
I want to sing to you, sing to you, for example, a rose painted in
Blue is a reason, or singing to you the night already covers with its
Black freshness, or sing to you, like a Sunday, all
I would sing them in your ear
I would like to be a singer to sing you a song
But since I don't have a microphone, I give you my heart
There would be thousands of songs that I would dedicate to you, I would sing to you
A cappella, and it would make you cry with happiness
Te Doy Mi Corazón
Me gustaría ser cantante para cantarte una canción
Pero como no tengo un micrófono, te doy mi corazón
Habría miles de canciones que te dedicaría, te cantaría
A capela, y te haría llorar de felicidad
Pero te doy mi corazón, para que puedas hacer cosas
Hermosas con él, puedes adorarlo, puedes mimarlo, puedes
Decirle que es el corazón más hermoso del mundo
Pero nunca lo maltrates, porque ha sido herido muchas veces
Veces
Me gustaría ser cantante para cantarte una canción
Pero como no tengo un micrófono, te doy mi corazón
Habría miles de canciones que te dedicaría, te cantaría
A capela, y te haría llorar de felicidad
Aunque seguiré buscando un micrófono porque también
Quiero cantarte, cantarte, por ejemplo, una rosa pintada de
Azul es un motivo, o cantarte que la noche ya se cubre con su
Frescura negra, o cantarte, como un domingo, todo
Te las cantaría en tu oído
Me gustaría ser cantante para cantarte una canción
Pero como no tengo un micrófono, te doy mi corazón
Habría miles de canciones que te dedicaría, te cantaría
A capela, y te haría llorar de felicidad
Escrita por: Sergio Umbría